But the next scene disappointed him. [.Lots of good]

As expected, the Ming army fell to the ground one after another after being hit by an arrow, and the situation of panicking and dodging did not happen.

This rain of arrows is not undense, and at the moment it landed, Ao Bai even saw a red mist rising in the sun, no need to ask, it must be the blood of the Ming dog.

But it all ended there, there was no terrible scream, no confusion.

The enemy was still carrying a strangely long spear, slowly moving forward. The arrows fell into the crowd and disappeared instantly, as if they had sunk into the sea.

"How so, how can this be?" The soldiers around him buzzed and became chaotic.

You must know that in the past, when the Ming army encountered the arrow rain of the Eight Banners Army, it would be chaotic at the first time, and then it would collapse

。 In those days, there was even a Bayala army who faced a group of Ming troops alone, and shot eight people in one breath with a series of arrows, completely crushing the enemy.

Could it be that the arrows of the banner warriors have missed, no, no, there was a lot of blood mist just now.

……

"Medic!"

"Medic!"

In the Ningxiang military formation, some people were walking forward, holding their wounded comrades, shouting quietly, trying to keep their voices low so as not to disturb the formation.

There are always casualties in war, even if they are as strong as the Ningxiang army.

Kill a thousand enemies, lose 800 yourself, that's an ordinary army. It is still normal for the Ningxiang army to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 80 of its own.

After the first round of arrows of the enemy fell, because the formation of the spearmen was too dense, and after the spearmen had a spear on their bodies, they brought a two-foot-long waist knife at most, and as for the shield, it was not a piece. In the face of the enemy's volley, there was no defense at all, so he could only grit his teeth and carry it.

"Take, take, take, take!" Everywhere there are enemy arrows hitting armor, helmets, and human bodies.

Many people were hit by arrows in the shoulders, vests, and chests.

The armor of the Ningxiang Army is of good quality, especially the helmets, which are made of steel and cost a lot of money. The feather arrow landed on the head and bounced off in an instant. Even if the body is hit by an arrow, the high-quality cotton armor cancels out most of the strength, and in the end, at the end of the strong crossbow, it only enters the flesh and sheds a few drops of blood.

However, there were still people who were unlucky, and the enemy's feathered arrows came in through the gaps in the helmets and armor, and flowed down the **** shoulder socket at the neckline.

The face of the person who was hit by the arrow was distorted in pain, but he did not dare to cry out, but only gritted his teeth and endured it.

After the first round of arrows, after a while, there was another round.

The ears were full of the sound of "sighing" breaking the air, the eyes were full of white tail feathers, and many feather arrows had been inserted in the ground, which were trampled by the marching team and broken into two.

Everyone else was marching in order, except for Garcia and a few medics running around the crowd, suffocating the bleeding to the wounded

。

Over the past year or so, Garcia has trained ten assistants, and although these people cannot be called doctors, they are very good at stitching and bandaging wounds.

But on such a highly tense battlefield, there are still people whose hands tremble so badly that they dare not pull out the arrows on the wounded.

"Get out of the way, I'll come." Unfazed, Garcia pushed a medic away and pulled the arrow out of the wounded's neck.

"Ahh The wounded finally couldn't hold back the pain and cried out: "Father, am I going to die?" ”

"No, no, God forbid, this arrow hits your helmet before it pierces your neck. It also avoids the carotid artery, and it is not deep into the flesh, so it can't die. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Father." The wounded man was overjoyed.

"All things are God's arrangement, thank God! However, you have a little bit of a cervical spine injury, and now it's okay. When you get old in the future, you will be dizzy. ”

"Let's talk about old things when they're old, don't bother so much, go help other brothers." The wounded pushed Garcia away, leaned over and grabbed a handful of loess, covered the wound on his neck, and walked forward again.

"It's going to get inflamed." Garcia shouted in the back.

The third round of arrow rain fell, and Sun Yuan looked up with a frown. An arrow hit the "lightning rod" of his helmet, which made his head "buzz": a single class is really troublesome, and the biggest problem of this spear phalanx is that it cannot fight in complex terrain conditions, and its mobility is also poor. When encountering such a long-range attack from the enemy, you can only endure it bitterly.

In this battle, there were gains and losses, but there were more things to gain. Problems with the troops have been discovered, and they will be improved in the future, and from this point of view, a slight loss is still acceptable.

"General, it's not a way to be beaten so passively, you have to fight back!" Wen Jian shouted loudly.

"That's right, we have to fight back, our Ningxiang Army has never eaten this kind of suffocation!"

Everyone turned their eyes on Tang Wenxing's body, and Jiannu was already frightened by the Ningxiang Army's spear right stab tactics, and he didn't dare to approach at all. In this way, a big weakness of the spear phalanx was exposed-------- I can't beat you, if you don't fight, you just don't. Your spearmen are slow, and if you turn around, I'll go

。 Anyway, I'm playing tricks on you.

In the past year or so, the officers have learned many famous examples of battles in history from General Sun. Today, the situation of the Ningxiang Army is like that of the Western Army in the Northern Song Dynasty, whether it is armor or the quality of soldiers, the combat effectiveness of the troops is first-class in the world. However, because of the lack of horses, when and where to fight the enemy once they go to the battlefield depends entirely on the mood of the enemy. In the end, it was eaten little by little by Jin Bing.

Now, the Ningxiang Army has encountered the same situation.

I have to say that the generals of Jiannu on the opposite side still have a few pounds and two.

The power of the Jiannu machine is really strong, and in order to win this battle, it must have its own high-speed assault department. Fortunately, the Ningxiang Army still has a cavalry unit of more than 100 people.

Tang Wenxing saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, and he was also proud in his heart: In the end, if you want to solve the battle, you have to rely on our cavalry.

He puffed up his chest and said to Sun Yuan: "General, give an order, although the enemy has a lot of cavalry, General Mo is confident that he will drive them all back." ”

"Yes, General, give the order!" The cavalrymen who led the horses in the middle of the phalanx also asked for battle, and their faces showed high fighting spirit.

Sun Yuan was also depressed, he really didn't expect the enemy to use mounted archery tactics. He was really startled when the enemy started to shoot just now. After all, the cavalry tactics invented by the Mongols were so famous in history that he couldn't help but be nervous.

But when the rain of arrows landed, Sun Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief: This riding and archery is not very good!

First of all, the enemy's cavalry was limited, and there were more than 1,000 people, and the rain of arrows could not completely cover it.

Moreover, the riding bow is already soft and lacks strength, and when it hits people's armor, it is not very lethal at all.

Therefore, after two rounds of arrow rain, according to Sun Yuan's observation, the Ningxiang army only paid more than a dozen casualties, which was not worth mentioning at all. Of course, it is not an option to let the enemy continue to harass like this.

"Okay, General Tang Wenxing." Sun Yuan nodded.

"The last general!" Tang Wenxing answered loudly. After waiting for so long, it was finally the turn of the cavalry to dispatch. It was about a bit louder, and blood was pouring out of the bandage on his injured left arm.

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